Winter Born
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March 20, 2014 at 11:21pm
I was once winter born for three days
I was once static cold
it was a breathtaking beauty
the cold was a dagger to my skin
yet no experience of sweet melancholy ever changes
ashes became lost memories of Desdemona
and the foolish act of madness
was everything real before,or after the storm?
was everything real before the fall of man?
i was once winter born
i was once static cold
a beautiful landscape slipping into shadows
a glance from the beauty of a black tear
i can taste her tears on my lips
they are as wild honey,and black licorice
when i see her eyes
i always feel as if i were absorbed into them
yet i apologize for being poetic
because i"m a wandering leaf without a shadow
i was once winter born
i was once static cold
Nov 11, 2015
Nov 11, 2015 at 4:00 PM UTC
Winter Born
.
March 20, 2014 at 11:21pm
I was once winter born for three days
I was once static cold
it was a breathtaking beauty
the cold was a dagger to my skin
yet no experience of sweet melancholy ever changes
ashes became lost memories of Desdemona
and the foolish act of madness
was everything real before,or after the storm?
was everything real before the fall of man?
i was once winter born
i was once static cold
a beautiful landscape slipping into shadows
a glance from the beauty of a black tear
i can taste her tears on my lips
they are as wild honey,and black licorice
when i see her eyes
i always feel as if i were absorbed into them
yet i apologize for being poetic
because i"m a wandering leaf without a shadow
i was once winter born
i was once static cold
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